When you wake up you find yourself back in the invisible building, with all its computers and colorful liquids and the ladder by the wall. Though the puddle of yellow-green liquid seems to have been cleaned up.
You're tied to a chair with a gag in your mouth. Ugh, it takes like dish soap.
More surprising however is your lack of a shirt. You're still wearing pants, thankfully.
There's a girl waiting for you. She's wearing goggles that prevent you from seeing her eyes, but nothing else on her face, it doesn't seem like she's trying to hide her identity, other than that she's wearing a lab coat, it's loose fitting and doesn't show off her body shape in the least, though judging by how baggy it seems she looks skinny. If it weren't for the fact you were her prisoner right now, you might even consider her attractive.
She pulls the gag out of your mouth. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I just found this place by accident, I didn't mean to do anything." You reply. She looks you over for a moment, then replaces the gag. You try to refuse, but it's no use.
She turns around in such a fashion that causes her lab coat to rise revealing her legs. You can see she's wearing pajama pants and slippers. Apparently she wasn't planning on interrogating anybody right now. "Well, even if that's true, we can't let you go in your condition." As she says that she walks over to a counter with a variety of beakers with colorful beakers. She picks up one of them, this one a bright blue color, and examines it. "You're lucky I found you out there."
You try to reply, but all that you manage is a muffled "Murflegurp." Naturally the girl ignores you. She returns to your side, the bluish liquid in hand. "Here, this should help." She pulls the gag out of your lips again, replacing it with the beaker. She tilts your head back, flooding your mouth with the bluish liquid. You instinctively swallow it, and immediately regret it. What was that? What did she just force feed you? You try to ask her, but only manage to say "What wa-" before she gags you again.
"Worrying only makes it worse." She states before walking over to the ladder. "Good night." She says in a slightly sarcastic way. You get the feeling she doesn't really want you to have a good night. She climbs down the ladder and you're alone.
You struggle to break from your bonds for a bit, but all it manages to do is hurt your wrists and your already hurting right hand. With an exasperated sigh, you resign to your fate and go to sleep. The same three thoughts going through your head.